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It'd been enough... To focus on the good. New faces. Tea. Watching the spring bring new growth to the jungle. But the petite deer-fox was still frustrated. Furious. Bitter. And she sat on the edges of the crowd, tensely. Wings pressed close to her sides.
Her father wanted their voices? For them to offer their judgement? Part of her agreed with Sweeny. Part of her wanted to rip one of Jormungand's legs off. The wanderer had told them... He'd taken the Tangler's wings. Crippling damage. They wouldn't be able to fly now. Why shouldn't he suffer a similar loss?
Aine's ears sat flat against her skull. Hazel hues dim. Suffered enough... No. But she understood... The children cared for their father but... He had risked their safety too. "... He-he's lucky... It didn't start a war." If it had... Well. She doubted her father would be bothering with all this... No. There wouldn't be a shred of hesitation to kill him. Regardless of the children. Being a father hadn't kept Jervis from justice. He got what he deserved.
She didn't want war. Not again. She wanted to keep pushing forward. No enemies. No allies. Finish recovering from the winter. Build up trade. They were getting ready to work on that with the Palm Glades... She was tired of seeing the peace and potential for prosperity ruined by the actions of foolish individuals who had no regard for the wellbeing of the group. Tired. Done.
"He deserves worse," she muttered under her breath, hooves pushing into the dirt.
[/td][/tr][/table]Her father wanted their voices? For them to offer their judgement? Part of her agreed with Sweeny. Part of her wanted to rip one of Jormungand's legs off. The wanderer had told them... He'd taken the Tangler's wings. Crippling damage. They wouldn't be able to fly now. Why shouldn't he suffer a similar loss?
Aine's ears sat flat against her skull. Hazel hues dim. Suffered enough... No. But she understood... The children cared for their father but... He had risked their safety too. "... He-he's lucky... It didn't start a war." If it had... Well. She doubted her father would be bothering with all this... No. There wouldn't be a shred of hesitation to kill him. Regardless of the children. Being a father hadn't kept Jervis from justice. He got what he deserved.
She didn't want war. Not again. She wanted to keep pushing forward. No enemies. No allies. Finish recovering from the winter. Build up trade. They were getting ready to work on that with the Palm Glades... She was tired of seeing the peace and potential for prosperity ruined by the actions of foolish individuals who had no regard for the wellbeing of the group. Tired. Done.
"He deserves worse," she muttered under her breath, hooves pushing into the dirt.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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